At the four- week mark of being on this WOE, my hubby and I went out to dinner with some friends, one of whom was celebrating a birthday. For some reason we decided to cheat for the one meal (first time in 4 weeks).

I started with some nachos shared with the table, had some bread dipped in oil, and then ordered a chicken foccacia sandwich with fries . The nachos and bread tasted really good but the focaccia sandwich was awful- dry and bland. I only ate about half of it and half the fries.

Although the food was really bad, I was happy because the experience left me with no more desire to cheat (hadn't really wanted to in the first place, sucumbed to social pressure).